Virtue Hath No Tongue To Check Vice's

The Winds With Wonder Whist, Smoothly The Waters Kisst.

Sable-vested Night, Eldest Of Things.

My Latest Found, Heaven's Last, Best Gift, My Ever New Delight!

And Now Without Redemption All Mankind Must Have Been Lost, Adjudged To Death And Hell By Doom Severe.

Nor Aught Availed Him Now To Have Built In Heaven High Towers; Nor Did He Scrape By All His Engines, But Was Headlong Sent With His Industrious Crew To Build In Hell.